"Do I really have to take them off?" Emma asked as they returned to the tree where Kevin had orgasmed earlier.
Kevin leaned back against the tree, while Emma stood in front of him, looking hesitant. Kevin nodded, his tone serious. "The pants will make it hurt. Skin to skin is best and way faster."
Emma reluctantly agreed with his points, though she was still unwilling. Seeing her hesitation, Kevin urged, "Let's do it quickly. Someone might come by."
This worked as Emma finally unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Kevin's eyes were drawn to her simple beige panties, though they didn't hold his interest as much as what they covered. Instead, he focused on her thighs, the second most interesting thing he could see.
Out of all four women on this trip, Emma's was the slimmest, yet her thighs still looked natural and appealing. Maria's thighs were a bit on the plump side, while Riya's were muscular, both perfect in their own ways. He hadn't seen Lora's yet, but from what he'd observed, they were somewhere between Maria's and Riya's in terms of fat and muscle.
Emma's thighs were smaller and not too supple, but they were soft, big enough to his liking with slight sag, likely from an unhealthy amount of work and insufficient food. He had noticed that she always looked for work and ate less when they shared meals.
Despite this, he found her thighs charming, giving her the appeal of a beautiful, hardworking housewife. Her body reminded him of an old house that just needed a little renovation to look stunning. Kevin didn't know if he wanted that or not, but the thought excited him. The sight of her bare thighs made his erection throb as he pulled his penis out of his pants and said, "Now, squeeze it between your thighs."
It was good that Kevin was on slightly lower ground than Emma, making it easier for her to position his penis between her thighs. If they were at the same height, his penis would have reached her stomach due to their height difference, but now Emma was a few inches taller than him.
Bending down slightly, she positioned his erection between her thighs just below her panties. Looking up at him, she asked, "Now what?" Kevin felt the cold air brushing against the head of his penis as it protruded beyond her thighs. His penis was too big to be fully covered by her Keyara's thighs, so hers, which was only half of them, could only cover just half of it.
Kevin smiled, his hands resting on her waist. "Now just move your hips back and forth while keeping your thighs squeezed together."
Emma nodded, placing her hands on his waist for support, and started to move her hips back and forth.
After just a couple of seconds, Emma said, "This feels really weird."
Kevin chuckled, grabbing her exposed breasts. "How so?"
"I don't know, it's just weird for me," Emma replied, still embarrassed but starting to get comfortable with Kevin.
Weird or not, it didn't stop her from continuing. Kevin was feeling the best he ever had during a thighjob. Usually, he was the one moving, but with Emma moving, it was a completely different experience.
Whenever Kevin was on top, he couldn't fully enjoy the other sensations, like squeezing breasts, hips, or the tightness of a vagina—in this case, the smoothness of her thighs. He had to focus on moving in and out, making sure the other party was also enjoying it. Well, he didn't really care about that last part since he was sure the other party was enjoying it, but being on top meant his mind was occupied with too many things that could enhance his pleasure, while also having to do the work.
But when he was underneath, he just had to be on the receiving end, simply taking in the pleasure and letting the other person do the work to achieve their own pleasure. Now, with Emma, she wasn't really receiving any pleasure since his penis was just brushing between her thighs and not touching her vagina. She might start to feel aroused, but not soon enough. So, with his yang-laced hands, he finally began to play with her nipples.
As soon as his fingers grabbed her nipple, Emma looked at him with surprise but didn't stop moving. Kevin, seeing her reaction, paused and asked, "Can I touch them?"
"Kevin, you don't think of me as your aunt, do you?" she asked, sounding a bit angry.
"No, I do," he said, shaking his head and looking serious.
"I know you need my help and touching my nipple might help you orgasm sooner, but you... you..." She hesitated but continued, "You're lusting after me. I don't mind helping you, but it makes me feel disrespected when you do this much." She wasn't entirely sure of her feelings.
But she did feel disrespected. On one hand, he wanted her help, and it was related to his lust, but she didn't want him to lust after her. It made her feel more guilty about the situation, especially since she had already agreed to help him while he was away from his girlfriend.
Kevin didn't fully understand what she was talking about. How could he not feel lust when all he needed to orgasm was lust? with some other things but main thing lust. Trying to approach this delicately, he said, "It's because I respect you that I asked you to do this. And yes, I do lust after you..." His cheeks flushed as he continued, "Since the day I saw you in that towel..."
Emma blushed even more as she looked away from him, focusing on where her thighs were stroking his penis. Kevin noticed her reaction and continued, "I wasn't going to tell anyone about this problem, but somehow, thinking about you, I blurted it out to you..." He held her waist, stopping her movements, and said with a serious expression, "But if you feel disrespected, you don't have to do it. I can find some other way..."
"Do I really have to take them off?" Emma asked as they returned to the tree where Kevin had orgasmed earlier.
Kevin leaned back against the tree, while Emma stood in front of him, looking hesitant. Kevin nodded, his tone serious. "The pants will make it hurt. Skin to skin is best and way faster."
Emma reluctantly agreed with his points, though she was still unwilling. Seeing her hesitation, Kevin urged, "Let's do it quickly. Someone might come by."
This worked as Emma finally unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Kevin's eyes were drawn to her simple beige panties, though they didn't hold his interest as much as what they covered. Instead, he focused on her thighs, the second most interesting thing he could see.
Out of all four women on this trip, Emma's was the slimmest, yet her thighs still looked natural and appealing. Maria's thighs were a bit on the plump side, while Riya's were muscular, both perfect in their own ways. He hadn't seen Lora's yet, but from what he'd observed, they were somewhere between Maria's and Riya's in terms of fat and muscle.
Emma's thighs were smaller and not too supple, but they were soft, big enough to his liking with slight sag, likely from an unhealthy amount of work and insufficient food. He had noticed that she always looked for work and ate less when they shared meals.
Despite this, he found her thighs charming, giving her the appeal of a beautiful, hardworking housewife. Her body reminded him of an old house that just needed a little renovation to look stunning. Kevin didn't know if he wanted that or not, but the thought excited him. The sight of her bare thighs made his erection throb as he pulled his penis out of his pants and said, "Now, squeeze it between your thighs."
It was good that Kevin was on slightly lower ground than Emma, making it easier for her to position his penis between her thighs. If they were at the same height, his penis would have reached her stomach due to their height difference, but now Emma was a few inches taller than him.
Bending down slightly, she positioned his erection between her thighs just below her panties. Looking up at him, she asked, "Now what?" Kevin felt the cold air brushing against the head of his penis as it protruded beyond her thighs. His penis was too big to be fully covered by her Keyara's thighs, so hers, which was only half of them, could only cover just half of it.
Kevin smiled, his hands resting on her waist. "Now just move your hips back and forth while keeping your thighs squeezed together."
Emma nodded, placing her hands on his waist for support, and started to move her hips back and forth.
After just a couple of seconds, Emma said, "This feels really weird."
Kevin chuckled, grabbing her exposed breasts. "How so?"
"I don't know, it's just weird for me," Emma replied, still embarrassed but starting to get comfortable with Kevin.
Weird or not, it didn't stop her from continuing. Kevin was feeling the best he ever had during a thighjob. Usually, he was the one moving, but with Emma moving, it was a completely different experience.
Whenever Kevin was on top, he couldn't fully enjoy the other sensations, like squeezing breasts, hips, or the tightness of a vagina—in this case, the smoothness of her thighs. He had to focus on moving in and out, making sure the other party was also enjoying it. Well, he didn't really care about that last part since he was sure the other party was enjoying it, but being on top meant his mind was occupied with too many things that could enhance his pleasure, while also having to do the work.
But when he was underneath, he just had to be on the receiving end, simply taking in the pleasure and letting the other person do the work to achieve their own pleasure. Now, with Emma, she wasn't really receiving any pleasure since his penis was just brushing between her thighs and not touching her vagina. She might start to feel aroused, but not soon enough. So, with his yang-laced hands, he finally began to play with her nipples.
As soon as his fingers grabbed her nipple, Emma looked at him with surprise but didn't stop moving. Kevin, seeing her reaction, paused and asked, "Can I touch them?"
"Kevin, you don't think of me as your aunt, do you?" she asked, sounding a bit angry.
"No, I do," he said, shaking his head and looking serious.
"I know you need my help and touching my nipple might help you orgasm sooner, but you... you..." She hesitated but continued, "You're lusting after me. I don't mind helping you, but it makes me feel disrespected when you do this much." She wasn't entirely sure of her feelings.
But she did feel disrespected. On one hand, he wanted her help, and it was related to his lust, but she didn't want him to lust after her. It made her feel more guilty about the situation, especially since she had already agreed to help him while he was away from his girlfriend.
Kevin didn't fully understand what she was talking about. How could he not feel lust when all he needed to orgasm was lust? with some other things but main thing lust. Trying to approach this delicately, he said, "It's because I respect you that I asked you to do this. And yes, I do lust after you..." His cheeks flushed as he continued, "Since the day I saw you in that towel..."
Emma blushed even more as she looked away from him, focusing on where her thighs were stroking his penis. Kevin noticed her reaction and continued, "I wasn't going to tell anyone about this problem, but somehow, thinking about you, I blurted it out to you..." He held her waist, stopping her movements, and said with a serious expression, "But if you feel disrespected, you don't have to do it. I can find some other way..."
